Yeah if it was May 2014, I’d be rec’ing not caring about your senior year finals, having a doubles partner in tennis that makes you laugh so hard you lose entire matches, riding in the beds of pickup trucks, listening to Alt-J and Wavves.
By June it would be: wearing a bathing suite out to every party, and ending up in a pool. By August: camping in Montauk and The Rolling Stones’ Moonlight Mile. By October: the Front Bottoms, Vulpeck’s My New Car, autumn in New England.
By December: drawing with charcoal and listening to Julian Casablancas’s Phrazes for the Young, but as a Christmas album 🎄
